Hehehehe, this fanfic is purely being written to get back at a friend of mine who is a total Goth, and decided to tell me that when she can be bothered she’ll put hate-a1 notes on my online diary SO as punishment (and I’ve let her know, mehehehe) I decided to make her the main character. This’ll probably be the last thing I ever write. I mean EVER. I’m making it up as I go along, and it’s probably the most (auto)biographical thing I’ve written, but I’ll leave it to you guys to see which bits are true and which bits aren’t.

      God, school did NOT end soon enough today. I had English last and two frees before, so when I walked in and saw Claire dancing to my System of a down album that had gone missing the other day I was not impressed.
      “Claire, you bitch, I’ve been looking for that! I was gonna lend it to Jenni the other day!”

      Claire smirked at me.
      “Well, Jenni’s not missing out on much is she? Oh, Jennifer called yesterday”

      “Why didn’t you tell me?”

      I marched over to the CD player and took out my album, then went up stairs and called Jennifer back.
      “Hello?”
      “Hi Wednesday, it’s Toni, you called?”
      “Yeah, wanted to see if you wanted to go to the pink toothbrush in Rayleigh yesterday”
      “Oh, right. I probably wouldn’t, it’s all full of trungers, trends and rudies these days. The Alex is so much better”
      “Isn’t that open tonight?”
      “Yeah but I can’t go, not really, I’m working tonight”

      “Oh, right. Mum wants me to clean my room, I’d better go”
      “Okay, see you”
      “Yeah, bye!”
      She hung up, and I put the phone on the hook laughing. I would NOT want to be Wednesday right now; her room is a right pigsty. I unplugged the phone and put in the Internet. It was early for me, but seeings as I was working later it might be my only chance. I posted a diary entry on FOD and checked my notes. No new ones. I checked my favourites list too. ‘Forever Amber’ and ‘Zee’ were the only two to have updated. I read ‘Forever Amber’s, she was on about the Cradle concert that had been cancelled (we were both really annoyed, I, for one, had spent a bomb on those tickets). I checked ‘Zee’s, although I wasn’t sure I wanted to read it, if she mentioned steps I’d probably go ballistic. It’s nothing bad about her except when she goes on about them and a1 too much, but Claire had really pissed me off today. Nothing about steps, thank god, but she had put a couple of entries up, including a1 lyrics. I groaned, no one really cares on FOD, except her. Then again, it is her diary; I know what it’s like when people leave notes saying ‘you can’t write such and such’, like they’re in control of what you write or something. I just replied to a note she’d left on earlier that I’d done nothing about. Then I checked my monster. 50 feet and lots of cash, brilliant! Adrienne signed into msn and I sent her the link, telling her as someone else had done to their friends, that it was pictures of fit men. And result! It grew 2 feet! I unplugged before Claire could rat to mum and went into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I settled on a salad Claire had made (that should get her back), and left to catch the bus to work. I got in there and waved at Leanne and Jodie (who, despite the name, is an incredibly fit guy I got off with at a party once), who waved back, then settled into the seat of a cubicle next to Lindsey’s.
      “Hey Toni” she greeted me.
      “Hiya Linds. Is it the same campaign?” Lindsey nodded. We put on our headsets and turned on the computers. As I waited for the computer to load I looked over at Lindsey again, who was texting like crazy on her phone as her computer loaded.
      “Who’re you texting Linds?”
      “John” She sighed back. I smiled. John is her thirty-year-old boyfriend. That’s not old, not at all. Leanne’s well known for doing worse. If you listened to Mel seriously, you’d think Leanne had ‘Zimmer frame’ and ‘oxygen mask’ on her list of turn on’s. I put up the page of the campaign and immediately it brought up a name and a phone rang in my ears. And all of a sudden I was selling insurance cover to various people. Luckily I’ve never had a phone slammed on me. By my tenth call I had gotten no sales, then a fit sounding bloke came on the line. I knew what to do, more than when you have a middle-aged woman on the line anyway. Time to flirt. It was great, he was flirting right back, and finally I got a sale, the first one I’d had all evening. By the end of the night, I’d had five more, I was so pleased, and exhausted.
      “Wanna go to the Alex now?” Lindsey asked. That girl never stops.
      “I’m up for it, but I think Leanne wants to go to the Scum Rooms,” I said, making sure Leanne couldn’t hear me. She’s been out with someone who works there, and she doesn’t exactly approve of the name that everyone uses around Southend. Lindsey shrugged. I smiled, and she took it as a yes. So we closed everything down and joined Jodie in the club. Lindsey looked set to go all night, but I had something to do, so after half an hour I found her propped at the bar.
      “Linds, I’m going now, see you tomorrow” She waved to show she heard me, and I left the club, phoning for a taxi. I stood outside in the high street, waiting for a taxi to come; wishing I had my cradle hoody on-it was FREEZING! Luckily my taxi came really soon and I crawled in and told them my address. It was quite late at night so there was hardly any traffic and the fare was lower than it could’ve been.
      I crawled inside and found mum waiting up for me.
      “Oh, Toni, where’ve you been?” she asked, full of worry. This wasn’t typical her, she wasn’t screaming. Then again, I guess she had a cause to worry, after yesterday.
      “Work, like I am every Wednesday. Why are you so bothered?”
      “Come on Toni, finding out that the bloke you’ve known as your father for seventeen years isn’t and someone else is can’t be the easiest thing to deal with. And with your taste in music and everything . . . I was worried you’d done something stupid”

      That in itself was stupid. I’d stopped cutting years ago. And what does my taste in music have to do with anything?
      “I’m not a kid anymore mum, I’m not gonna cut just because you lied to me. But I’m gonna look for him, and you can’t stop me”
      Mum nodded unsurely. I reconnected the Internet, and went on a site where you could search for people across the world. I typed in the name mum had given me- David King. 30,000 results, dammit! I typed in the birth date mum had given me as well. That narrowed it down. And England. Only 45 people left, and only thirty of those had any contact details. I noted down every email address and phone number, and started narrowing down further than before. I knew I wouldn’t have any emails back until I checked at school tomorrow, but I could always phone. I checked the clock, and knew I’d have to do it tomorrow as well, who in their right minds would call so late? I unplugged and drifted past my so-called father wordless. I had nothing to say to him now, after all, he and mum had so readily lied for years. He was only my sister and brother’s dad. That felt weird, ‘coz this makes them my half brother and half sister. I crashed in my room and stared at my Marilyn Manson poster, then finally crawled into bed, and fell asleep instantly.